Clad in leather on a warm, sunny spring day, the biker is cruising down the highway on his Harley with no particular destination in mind - just enjoying a lazy Saturday doing whatever the hell he damn well pleases - when we spots the sexy image of a sports car up ahead. As he approaches, he can't help but admire the beautiful, sexy ass of the hot Corvette convertible in front of him. Always one to appreciate a fine automobile, he doesn't always appreciate the drivers.
"This jackass is cruising along at 55mph - gotta be some old guy," he thinks to himself as he speeds up and moves to the passing lane, preparing to fly by and show off to the Vette's driver. As he pulls alongside the car, however, he glances over to see who's behind the wheel and is shocked to find that the driver is not only a chick - but a hot one! And not only is she hot, but she's fucking topless - and she is playing with herself with all she's got! "Holy fucking shit!!"
He can't take his eyes off this unfathomable situation. If he wasn't wearing a helmet, he knows his jaw would be dragging along the road in disbelief. "Is this one of those fucking mirages that you see in the desert? What the fuck??"
The girl in the Vette looks over at him and winks as she licks her red lips lasciviously, then floors it and zips ahead, waving her hand out the top of the car as if daring him to follow. He knows his Harley can't keep up with a Vette, but he decides to try anyway because that was way too much teasing and he needs more of her.
She blows away, leaving dust behind. He isn't sure if she was flirting or just blowing him off as the image of her car disappears in the distance. Dejected, he resumes a normal speed but can't stop thinking about that little cockteasing bitch and how he'd like to get his hands on her.
He spots a sign along the road indicating a rest stop up ahead, and he wonders if she'll be there waiting for him. "Probably not," he thinks, "but it can't hurt to check..."
He pulls into the little rest stop along the deserted country highway and smiles from ear to ear when he catches a glimpse of the shiny blue Vette. It's the only car parked at the stop, but she's nowhere to be found. Getting up off the bike, it feels so good to stand, stretch, and adjust his pants to make a little room for his stiffening cock. Now where did she go..?
As he walks down the strip leading past what looks like a vacant country store, he watches the shaded woodlot that appears to be occupied by a few old picnic tables. He wants to catch a glimpse of the mystery teaser without her knowing what he's looking for.
It was such a beautiful Spring day, the sun shone brightly overhead and only a slight breeze blew through the air as the temperatures approached the mid-70s. The girl was clad only in a skirt and high-heeled sandals as she climbed atop the creaky old picnic table to bask in the sun's warmth, letting her bare breasts be warmed by the rays.
Laying silently, alone in this peaceful swath of nature, she couldn't resist reaching between her legs, oblivious to the horny Harley stud who just came upon the scene and was stealing a peek from afar. As she touched herself, she closed her eyes and a serene smile passed her lips as she thought about the mystery guy on the bike that she saw a few miles back. "I wonder who he was? I wonder what kind of guy he is? I wonder if he's a good lover?" All these thoughts swirled through her head, getting her more aroused.
Normally a good girl, she feels naughty right now and is getting even more worked up by the second. She desperately hopes nobody drives into the remote rest area for the next few minutes because she is so aroused by her own actions on the deserted stretch of highway that she needs a release before getting back on the road. And damn it feels good to lay naked in the sun!
The biker can't believe his eyes! He thinks to himself, "this has to be a dream..."
As she continues to touch herself, it feels so good that she doesn't want to rush. With the anticipation of her release, she knows it will be even more incredible if she lets her arousal continue to build. So with her skirt hiked around her waist, she uses one hand to caress her breast while the other hand explores her soft, silky folds. She can feel the slippery wetness of her arousal drip out onto the table, letting her fingers glide so easily around her lips and into the depths of her hot, wet pussy.
Her head is back on the table and her eyes are closed in pleasure, lost in a fantasy about the Harley stud, when suddenly the biker accidentally steps on a twig, snapping it. Her eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright, suddenly feeling modest and instinctively covering her bare breasts with her arm. Her heart is racing and when she looks in the direction of the sound, she catches him watching her. A bright blush of embarrassment and surprise spreads across her cheeks as she suddenly feels a little shy, vulnerable, and scared, yet oddly aroused.
She quickly gets up and starts running towards her car, fighting back tears of guilt and humiliation about being caught, stammering a confused and awkward, "Ummmm.. Excuse me.. Sorry!"
He smiles warmly at her and gently calls out, "Wait, don't go.." There's something about his voice that's comforting and trustworthy, and now that she's seen him up-close, without his helmet, she notices that he's pretty cute and he looks like a nice guy. She no longer feels scared, but rather curious. Still holding her arm across her chest shyly, she stops running, makes eye contact, and utters a breathy, barely audible, "Hi".
He responds, "Hey" while trying not to look at her as she tries to cover her breasts.
"Why is she acting so shy when I just caught her finger jiggin' herself at a public rest stop?", he wonders in confusion.
She's thankful that he isn't a creep and that he's fully clothed; if she had caught him jerking off she might have been scared, for as devilish as she's feeling right now, this is more daring than anything she's done before. The warmth of his smile is comforting, and she can't help but flash him a dazzling smile in return.
